And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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486 | 2013-12-30 15:04:26 | 62.63 | 95% |
12 | 2012-08-30 16:17:02 | 46.74 | 90% |